“But I still have my period.”
“Barely now but it is not a problem.”
“No way,” she said and laughed, and rolled off the bed running to the sliding doors that led to the balcony outside. Surprised, he ran after her and caught her, making her squeal with laughter.
“I told you. You will never escape me,” he laughed turning her around to face him.
They smiled at each other lost in the moment, instinctively he leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her hands around his face and kissed him back, responding as he passionately directed the kiss. He swept his hands over her shoulders and drew her closer. It was plain and simple, he wanted her. Their kiss grew more feverish. Before he knew it, he was turning her to face the balcony rail feeling the breeze from the sea whip at his face. He slid the bottom of her dress up her legs and sexily over her thighs to her waist.
“I hate these things,” he hissed tearing at her flimsy lace panties as she gripped the rail for support, her body jumping as he roughly removed them and threw them back in the cabin. He smoothed his hand over one buttock.
“This is mine,” he told her gruffly, giving the fleshy mound a tight squeeze and then a hard slap feeling the urge to penetrate her and claim her as his wife become strong, urgent, and feral. She gasped and bucked her pussy against the rail as the yacht sped over the waves in the gentle sunshine once they had departed the fjord and were out on the open sea. She gasped out loud when he struck the opposite buttock pausing to grip it tightly while he moved his hand around her body to her pussy. He cupped it possessively while feeling the gentle spray of cool water across his face.
“So is this. You belong to me, Fallon. There is no leaving. You will stay with me as my wife.”
She said nothing, only moaned with delight when he squeezed her pussy and slapped both her butt cheeks again. He pushed his fingers into the folds and pinched the small bud, feeling her vulva dampen and prepare for his penetration.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “I want you soaking for me. I am going to take you so hard and deep until you are not sure where I begin and you end.”
The Billionaire’s voice had become a dark caress. His cock hardened painfully demanding he take her. He had never before wanted a woman so much in his life. He did not just want to make love to her but he wanted to fuck her into submission to ensure she would stay with him as his wife. Fallon was the woman he wanted to build a future with and start a family with as soon as possible. There was no way in hell he was allowing her to walk out on him whether he found Stina or not.
Vidar unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. Roughly pushing Fallon a little more over the rail, he guided his cock towards her entrance. She moaned loudly as the tip penetrated just inside her. Then with one hard shove he embedded his length inside her to the hilt as though he were spearing her and making a kill. Her cry of satisfaction was lost on the waves. His urge to be feral with her intensified and she appeared to appreciate the firm handling as she arched her body back against him meeting every thrust he made. Vidar gathered up her long hair and pulled it tight forcing her head up to use it like a rein while his free hand slapped at her buttocks and pussy to encourage her to buck wantonly beneath him. He rammed hard and fast inside her wanting all she could give him as his submissive. Vidar spanked her pussy and her buttocks alternately making sure the slaps were hard but careful as he did.
She was panting now, clutching at the rail, almost sobbing with her moans, moving her body back at him at a fast rate as though she were in heat.
“Come for me now,” he ordered pulling hard on her hair at the same time he struck her pussy with his palm.
“Yes, Sir,” she cried out with satisfaction.
Almost on cue he felt the silky sodden muscles in her channel tighten and take her to climax. At the same time, he let go and orgasmed with her, grunting and growling his own release as his hot seed spurted inside her. He slumped over her exhausted. The Billionaire nuzzled and kissed his bride’s neck and back until he heard her breathing return to normal.
“We are not finished yet, little one,” he said smiling wickedly against the side of her neck as he spoke.
Pulling out of her he zipped himself up again and lifted her semi-naked body up into his arms. He carried her back in the bedroom and threw her on the bed bending to remove her dress and bra. He made short work of his own clothes feeling himself begin to grow hard again while she lay watching and waiting for him to return to her.
He stood towering over her at the side of the bed, his long broad cock back to hardness. But he did not return to the bed immediately. He walked straight to the mahogany chest of drawers at the side and opened the top drawer.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Getting rid of something you don’t need anymore.”
He found the packet of birth control pills she had placed in her underwear drawer, knowing she was yet to take her dose for that day and pulled them out to make sure she would not be able to, rendering her unprotected from then on. He shook them at her.
“I forbid you to take these anymore. I want you pregnant. We are going to start a family, our own family,” he commanded.
He expected an argument but she gave him none. He tossed the packet in the bin and came towards her crawling on top of her body. He captured her lips and sucked on her bottom lip.
“I am glad to see we are in agreement.”
Without further hesitation, he confirmed his intention to make her conceive and bind her to him with a hard thrust up inside her body. He pulled her hands above her head and pinned her down driving deep inside her. She panted and moaned against him moving her legs around his back as though to draw more of him inside her. He curled his cock up across her G-spot by snaking his hips making her whimper and beg as he drew one of her nipples between his teeth and grazed it.
“Come for me,” he instructed hearing her pants become primal cries as he juddered her body with his own deep movement inside her body.
As she began to ride her orgasm he allowed his own to erupt feeling his warm semen seep into her channel in a spurt to splash against the wall of her womb. He hoped it wouldn’t be long before she conceived and their lives as husband and wife could truly begin.
Chapter 8
The next day they travelled up the fjord towards Skjolden. The mist was hanging heavy over the fjord and there was a nip in the air as the yacht glided over the calm surface of the water that appeared more like a pond than a fjord. They weren’t far behind a large cruise ship as he cuddled his wife close to him and the warmth of his Aran sweater on the balcony outside their cabin. Skjolden was his childhood home and he was now enjoying pointing out the steep mountains covered in lush green trees surrounding the fjord and telling her about his home.
“It is so beautiful,” she gushed. “I bet you loved growing up here.”
“It was wonderful. We hiked a lot but there wasn’t that much to do otherwise. I prefer city life now.” He grinned as the yacht began to dock behind the cruise ship. “Come on. I suppose we should get ready. Are you sure you are up for this?”
As they neared Skjolden he had become concerned he was doing the right thing by going to the party. He was worried about putting Fallon at risk.
“Yes. This is the chance you have been waiting for, and I told you I want to help. When your sister is safe with us we can carry on our lives together,” she smiled reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He nodded.
“I can’t wait,” he said taking in a deep breath of fresh mountain air wishing he could have introduced his bride to his parents in their home just outside the small town.
Vettisfossen Manor house was situated just outside the town up in the hills overlooking the fjord and the docks with his yacht and the cruise ships. Vidar got out of the car and took his wife’s hand to lead her across the wide, circular, cobbled courtyard with a fountain playing in the centre towards the pale yellow-gold façade of the manor with two floors and a bl
ack slate roof.
He hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from Fallon since she had emerged from the cabin in her long, black, off the shoulder evening gown with a slit up the side, complemented by some high heeled Louboutin evening shoes. She wore her hair down letting it cascade around her shoulders. She was breathtaking and he knew he would be jealously guarding her from other men all night.
Sven Ericksson was at the party and introduced him to Janis Bukelis. The urge to shake the man and demand where he was keeping his sister was overwhelming but if he wanted to get Janis on his own he would have to play his game.
“I hear you are interested in buying my oil platforms in the North Sea, I am selling off, for Baron Prince Petroleum now that you have acquired it.”
“Yes,” Vidar answered not liking the way he kept sweeping his eyes lustily over Fallon after their introductions.
“You are not the only one after them. I have decided to diversify into other projects and I want to dispense with them. In half an hour, I will be holding a meeting about it. Until then enjoy the party,” he said gesturing at the wide ballroom and buffet at the end of the room.
Half an hour later, one of Janis’ aides came to him.
“Please come with me, Mr and Mrs Alvarsson.”
They were led with eight other couples to Bukelis’ large study which also appeared to double as a library. They were all guided to stand in a semi-circle while he stood in the middle and addressed them with his hands behind his back.
“Gentlemen, you will already be aware why I have brought you here with your beautiful wives. If you want to buy my oil platforms you will have to prove your worth and indulge me in a little game. The four couples who impress me the most will enter the next phase of the competition.”
It was playing out just as Ericksson had foretold. Vidar just prayed the games wouldn’t go too far.
“Strip your wives, gentlemen,” Janis gave the order, quietly, softly, seductively eyeing Vidar’s own wife with lustful eyes. The wives began to protest and were quietly hushed by their husbands. Vidar couldn’t help but narrow his eyes feeling the sweep of jealous protectiveness wash over him with force. It made him tighten his hold on Fallon’s waist as the other men obeyed him without question.
He felt Fallon jump in his arms when they both heard the rip of material and a shocked female gasp. One of the Billionaires had already begun the process, tucking his fingers with force down the front of the revealing bodice of his pretty wife’s silk evening dress and torn at it immediately baring her plump braless breasts. They wobbled on top of her chest as the man continued his task with diligence. The others quickly followed suit but Vidar stood still.
Fallon moved her hands along his arms.
“Vidar,” she whispered. “You must do this,” she urged.
Vidar looked down at her then back at the others tearing the evening dresses from their helpless wives, one of them already ripping his wife’s flimsy panties away to slap her bottom flushing it a light rosy red to keep her in line when she moved away.
Fallon was right. He knew that. If he didn’t act they would ruin what they came here to do. Janis was now looking at them with a wry smile on his lips. Vidar turned back to Fallon and abruptly let go of her waist. He looked down at her cleavage in the black dress and tucked his fingers down the front and began roughly tugging the material down her body. The act was brutal and made him instantly hard. To both his surprise and satisfaction, Fallon gave a loud moan indicating she appreciated his robust handling.
Eyeing her determination, he pulled the dress from her fragile body and made short work of her underwear, he’d allowed her to wear, throwing it into the pile of material at her feet. When she tried to cover her naked breasts and her pussy with her arm and hand he pulled them away and turned her to face Janis while standing in front of him, holding her arms to the side.
Vidar grew tense as he watched Bukelis walk around the semi-circle of the women held in place for his inspection. He knew this was a test for the men rather than the women despite all appearances. How eager were they for the business deal? Would they allow their precious prized possession to be touched and fondled enough for it? Would she allow it for her husband to get what he wanted? Vidar wasn’t sure he was going to pass the test. He clamped his teeth together and steeled himself. The very thought of another man touching Fallon riled his anger and his need to protect her rose to the breaking point. He just wanted to find his sister and take her home.
Where are you, Stina? I know you are here somewhere. I can feel you.
Janis came to the first woman and stroked his finger along her cheek. She turned her head away embarrassed but a squeeze of her shoulders by her husband made her turn back.
“Such beautiful bone structure,” he told her softly before moving his hand downwards to curve it around her breast. He lightly lifted it and flicked his thumb idly over the nipple. He caught the woman’s gaze and held it. Her glossy pink lips trembled as he moved his free hand down the side of body and across her stomach until his palm came to rest just above her neatly shaven pussy. Vidar could see tension in her husband’s face but he lacked the courage to speak up. Clearly the deal was worth more than her, Vidar thought with contempt.
The woman gave a soft moan as Janis leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers at the same time as he dipped his fingers in between her delicate pink folds. Another trembling moan. He held her captive with his gaze as everyone watched him move his fingers expertly back and forth over her clit. She became wet very quickly. Not once did Janis’ eyes leave hers.
“How much do you want this deal, Mr Baker?” he asked her husband who appeared equally mesmerised by his seductive caress of his wife’s body. “Enough to allow me the privilege to penetrate your wife and fuck her?” he asked in a whisper.
The man let out a breath he had been holding and spoke slowly.
“Be my guest,” he told him without hesitation continuing to hold his wife in place for the man.
Bukelis smiled but something told Vidar he wasn’t satisfied with the man’s answer despite the appearance. Still, he gently kissed the woman again, this time leisurely probing his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth wide and allowed him to take control, responding feverishly to his tightening hold on her breast. The kiss became rough, making the woman breathless. Her moans of pleasure became loud against his lips. Vidar didn’t get the impression she was faking either. She appeared to be enjoying him as much as he did her. But jealousy was narrowing Mr Baker’s eyes to sharp points. Still the weak man made no move to stop Janis when he sharply and roughly inserted two of his fingers inside her to the hilt. She gave a loud cry and bucked down hard on his fingers rubbing her back against her husband’s tuxedo. Janis pulsed his fingers in and out of the woman hard and fast, kissing her as hard as he finger-fucked her. He nipped and pulled at her nipple making her cry out in a pained gasp. Within a couple of minutes her pussy was flooded, her juice seeping out on to the tops of her thighs for all in the room to see and admire.
Her pelvis bucked towards him as he drove his fingers deeper. She panted like a wild woman in heat, every second coming closer and closer to release. He seemed to bring her close to her climax and then slowed the pace of finger-fucking her until she whimpered and begged.
“Please, please,” she panted, thrusting her pelvis at him when he removed his lips from hers.
He smiled gently at her and then at her husband.
“I love it when a woman begs. It makes her so soft and helpless, completely at my mercy.” He gave a small chuckle studying her lips then sweeping his eyes down over her flushed warm body as though she were a fly he had trapped in his web.
“Now, I will let you come, little one,” he whispered to her. “Watch me as you do. Let me hear your pleasure as well as feel it. You are so wet. She must be a joy to fuck every night,” he remarked to Mr Baker but the man said nothing. Janis started to ram his fingers inside her channel so hard she cried out and instantly
climaxed. Her lithe slim body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she moved up and down over his fingers almost as though in slow motion. Her blue eyes were glazed and her breathing was slow and deep as though she were in a drugged state. Each reach for breath was loud and consuming. No one in the room could tear their eyes from the erotic sight of her moving naked body that Janis commanded so easily.
“Good girl. You have pleased me,” their host whispered brushing his lips against hers for the last time as she slumped exhausted into her husband’s arms, her orgasm having receded. “You were indeed a pleasure to fuck.”
After two more gentle thrusts inside her pussy, he removed his fingers and inserted them straight into his mouth to sample her taste in front of her.
“Beautiful. Now let us see what other delights we have here,” he said with a grin taking the wipe one of the Chinese assistants gave him to cleanse his fingers with.
Vidar felt Fallon push her body back against him beginning to shrink away from Janis as he swept his eyes over her body. Instinctively, Vidar pressed his own closer to remind her of his protective presence. The Billionaire did not like the way Bukelis looked at Fallon. There was a dangerous hunger in his eyes. He’d read about the man and what he had done to women. This play with the wives, testing the husbands was seductive and a game nothing more. But every time he looked at Fallon, Vidar could see the sexually deviant monster in Janis rise to the surface and smoulder in his grey eyes. He was capable of a violence Vidar didn’t even want Fallon to read about, let alone see or, God forbid, experience. Just being here in this room with her naked amongst all of these men was testing his very limits. If the bastard tried to touch her he would kill him no matter what. It made him wonder at what point did he fall in love with his beautiful hostage?
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